Then you find yourself, somewhere down the line, buying a plastic "Winnie The Pooh" swing/slide/treehouse combo just so you can buy yourself enough time to sit back and sup on some margaritas in the northern summer sun (ha!).
Seriously, they love this stuff and, if it ever bloody well stops raining in this sun-forsaken backwater, it should be a gateway to hours of fun.
And the treehouse is just big enough for me to go and sulk in when I'm in a bad mood.
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Only problem is that, Margherita's not withstanding, having the kids absorb almost all of your free time up until tha arrival of plastic treehouse nirvana you find that you've forgotten just what it is you used to do when you had free time!!
Surely I never used to waste all that time wondering what to do with my time?!
I think I understand what you're trying to say, Jax - although, judging by your comment, I think you may have had a few tequila based cocktails already.
As CJ would say, I didn't get where I am today by wasting time thinking about what to do with my time.
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